I love this poem to pieces and I would feel greedy if I didn’t share it with you all. And you would not be wrong in assuming that I have an Adrienne Rich habit.
No one’s fated or doomed to love anyone.
The accidents happen, we’re not heroines,
they happen in our lives like car crashes,
books that change us, neighborhoods
we move into and come to love.
Tristan und Isolde is scarcely the story,
women at least should know the difference
between love and death. No poison cup,
no penance. Merely a notion that the tape-recorder
should have caught some ghost of us: that tape-recorder
not merely played but should have listened to us,
and could instruct those after us:
this we were, this is how we tried to love,
and these are the forces they had ranged against us,
and theses are the forces we had ranged within us,
within us and against us, against us and within us.- Adrienne Rich
This is wonderful! I hadn’t read Adrienne Rich before- will look up her poetry. Thanks for sharing this.
So glad you liked it, Dipali! I strongly recommend the love poems.
I so love your blog that I’ve read it entirely about three times over and still keep coming back to just read and re-read.
You write beautifully and that is an understatement. Wish you’d blog moreoften though!
Regards
Chitra
That was such a sweet comment! Thank you:-) And yes, I hope to blog more often too.
I hope you do, too. Really.
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